Lyrics:
motherfucker
Born in the dirty, dirty, stop and they still spinnin'
They tried to hit me like 50 but bitch I'm still livin'
Flinch and I get ya hit, do it
I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have
is a stupid mistake
Continue to grind got the work on my mind and I won't get it by being lazy, had to work till drop, Big Sean I got the guap
I’m like an ogre bro, I need layers
All my intros sound like horror movies n shit
Ain’t much changed bro, I just got a lil smarter
Imma misfit, tryna
Rockstar shit
Yeah I’m feeling number one
Getting to this money til my pockets weigh a ton
And these opps be throwing shots but keep no bullets in
to change iont even give a fuck
Ima say it once nd ima keep it real simple
Same niggas u claim bro out to come get u
I know this shit been killing you nd yea
Excuse let me get a moment of ya time
Yo
I just peeped you had speak fore walking by
Yea
If u down let's grab a bite lil wine n dine
Eh
Hate
money on liquor i spend ma shit on slippers
Come get ya bitch for i dick her
She got her hand on my zipper
She tryna hop up on my pole nd clap that ass
the kitchen gettin' ate by your bitch but she can't stay
Tell that lil' boy that the game is the game and he can't play
This the shit I did when I ain't had
not one hand
Cause Jay done did this shit
Lil bro I'm not your mans
So you get stuck and hit
Real Rockstar nigga I get rowdy and shit
Real Rockstar
this bitch got legs longer than Wendy
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass gun, go get extensions
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass
the bottom just to feed the poor
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yours
Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor
Jump up and grab ya nina, 'cause
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're
Sinz this shit wicked
You know that I'm high cause I gotta go balance my lows
That's why we tryna get rich
I break in this shit and I got in the bag
not taking nobody shit
You wasn't there when I was a lil broke boy
Just tryna get up my money
They tried to play me like I was a hoe boy they ain't know
cousin please
When I talk, you winnin the lottery (yea)
Money man I know you cant get enough of me
Yae
Movin these bricks
Ya, movin these hunnids outside
hate
I'm runnin' out this bitch just like I'm packin' extra dinner plates
I need to get rackin', I had it, but that shit aint' enough
You squeakin' like
on that phone
I ask MoMo help me leave it 'lone
Left me all alone at grandpa house, but shit I moved out, I'm strong
Plus, get it on, soul probably gone
You niggas is P.I.'s , fin to get pee'd on by the king of the jungle
Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy
Yea these niggas talking crazy
Get ya money lil baby
Get that money lil baby
Get yo money lil baby
Get that money lil baby
Gucci head to toe
On your
five fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch like tampons
Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on
Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get
twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims
I'm the shit
I can't smoke no blunts bitch I feel like yung midpack
Hatred in my lungs when I spit you best get back
These boys just steal swag ain't
top
I move like da cartel
Link up we aint talkin on cells
You know I get tha pack by tha mail
Fed Ex leave da pack by tha stairs
Know dis shit gettin
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